"Who are you guys anyway? Assassins trained by C.I.B. to rob innocent curse users that were foolish enough to fall for their lies and register?" I asked the masked cursed masters, trying to figure out who exactly I was fighting.
"You are too confident and self-righteous for a mortal-tier. You have no idea who we are or why we're following you, yet you keep babbling on and on. We haven't met an overconfident buffoon like you in a while. Maybe we should give inventing a buffoon baby test kit a serious test so that mothers all over the world can get a choice to opt for abortion over giving birth to buffoons like you. It would save them a lot of pain down the line," one of the masked curse masters spoke, insulting me with a neutral, almost mechanical voice, making it hard for me to determine their gender.
